Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iceland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Buckinghams to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.